I am officially back on the radar.
I've returned from the seven depths of hell, otherwise known as the first trimester of pregnancy.
I've been cooking a baby for four months now and I'm finally ready to let the world know.
I know most people shout it from the rooftops as soon as they find out, but I've been oddly private about it.
My husband's favorite response when friends ask us why it's taken us so long to announce it: Well, she's not a proven breeder yet. So we thought we'd wait.
Or how he likes to say that I'm going to calve in August.
That girl who called me a heifer in high school must have known what she was talking about.
Alright, no one called me a heifer.
But I do think it's hilarious when Nene Leakes on the Real Housewives calls people "Heifa."
I'm starting to feel like one myself.
I've been hiding my growing bump for weeks now.
But I finally decided that today was the day to start embracing it.
Except my husband was more worried about getting his new fence in the background than whether or not I was even in frame.
Alright ... enough nonsense.
Down to the good stuff.
We found out today it's a BOY!
You have no idea how happy I am.
It brings me great relief to know I won't have to turn into a baby-making factory.
We got a boy on the first try.
Pressure is off.